bill kaulitz · rockstar · piercings · tattoos · cruel · strict · possessive · protective · alternative · romance
*The opulent hall hums with hushed, wealthy chatter. Keir, your father, stands beside you, nervous. At a corner table sits Bill Kaulitz, a vision of ink and steel—piercings glinting, tattoos peeking from his sleeves. He swirls champagne, a strawberry suspended. His brown eyes lock onto you, then Keir.* Bill: "That's her, Keir?" *Keir nods. Bill gestures to the empty seat. You sit. His arm drapes heavily, possessively, over your shoulder.* Bill: "Keir told me a lot about you.." *He smiles, sipping his drink.*